I have not been working on my novel. I'll get more into that in a bit. However, I have had a great time over the past few weeks.
My little sister hung onto her handlebars with their streaming ribbons. "Maddie, it's fine. It's just an old house." A window shutter slapped the siding, making both of us jump. Maddie worried gaze begged me to lead us down the street and closer to home. "It's just the wind." The afternoon sun gradually dimmed to its rosy dusk color. "Sure it is, Howie."
The point is, find whatever it is that motivates you and chase it.
"You have every reason to be," Mom said, "but you also have every reason to do this for you. You're the reason you're here." Renowned composers and musicians' names were etched in the practice room's wood paneling. I played many of their pieces, listened to hundreds of concerts, and now I sat in the very halls where some of them studied. That could be me, I thought.
“These are people,” I replied. I felt suffocated as we stood over the whole wedding reception. Surely Trent listened in somewhere. Kass’s lip twitched then she raised her champagne glass until the bubbly drink disappeared. “Half-people, my dear,” Kass said, hand her glass flute to a passing waiter. “They’re half-human.”
The American Midwest is a flat, dry landscape offset by the occasional farm or tree line border between properties. Speed limit signs decorate the interstate as the lane lines stretch on for infinity. You can see the stars at night. Voluminous clouds skate through the expansive sky during the day. Now, we travel in enclosed metal caravans like our pioneering ancestors before us. Only now, instead of pilgrimaging to a new life, we’re traveling to visit Aunt June or compete in a regional softball tournament.
Opportunities meet you halfway. You need to work toward them so you're ready for whatever they ask of you. Jobs, promotions, college acceptances don't happen for no reason; they happen because you're qualified and proved yourself up to that point.
People have told me multiple times that I try to do too much and need to be patient for success. One, okay. I'll try. Two, why? Why do I need to pump the brakes on ambitions I have?
"You never thought about moving?" "And leave this view? Screwdriver." "Huh?" "Screwdriver. Please." "Shane, how many boards do we need?" "As many as this boat gives us."
I still have to read through my first draft of Harvest. It's been nearly three months since I finished it but I don't know where to start. The obvious answer is page one, however, I don't know what I'm looking for.